Anxiety take me so deep
when happiness is too close from me
i'm choking by old roots
in my lungs
the butterflies in my stomach
are killed by silly kids.
During the morning i wish the night
my old friend
my cryingmate
who takes the rest of my feelings
broken in thousand pieces
and fix them
for the next day.
I'm always strong
i must be strong
for myself
I have to survive from stupid conformist hyenas
trying to get out the worst of you
i defend myself
with my creativity
and my art
- jojo, a kind of poem